Chapter 101 Chapter 101 "Would you like to play once? I mentioned it last time...
After working so hard for so long, have I finally succeeded?
Happiness happened so quickly that Wu Zhu could hardly believe it.
He tried to ask Jiu Zhao: "...Zhao Niang, do you know who I am?"
Jiu Zhao didn't even think twice and scolded him affectionately, "You are Yan Lang, why are you asking me such a question? Have you been burned stupid?"
Although mentioning certain key words might stimulate the other person's consciousness and awaken them, Wu Zhu was always suspicious and could not fully control Jiu Zhao. He quietly activated the demonic blood dormant in Jiu Zhao's heart, trying to spy on her current mood changes.
The same thing.
The mouth can be eloquent and can confuse right and wrong, but the heart cannot deceive anyone.
When a person lies, his heart beats faster because of the pressure of the lie being exposed.
He carefully controlled the demonic blood until it established a connection with Jiu Zhao's mind.
Then he said in a joking tone, "Yeah, I've been stuck here all the time, and my brain has become quite dull. Zhao Niang, I can't even remember - I'm a nine-tailed fox, and this is the sacred tree of your Phoenix clan, so how did I get in?"
"Of course, it's because we signed a blood contract."
On the other end of the demonic blood connection, Jiu Zhao's heart was still beating steadily, with no abnormalities.
But her voice was filled with a hint of worry for Wu Zhu. "Before I entered the tree heart, you insisted on chasing me to the Phoenix Clan Holy Land, saying that cultivating the Nirvana Phoenix Fire was extremely dangerous. How could you let me endure the torment alone? We live together and die together.
"I've tried to dissuade you repeatedly, but to no avail. That's why I've signed a blood pact with you. This way, you can live in the spirit platform and be taken inside by me. And because you're a foreigner, you won't be considered an enemy by the Primordial Fire and burned to death. Have you forgotten all this?"
As she spoke, she placed the back of her hand against Wu Zhu's forehead to feel his condition.
He added a few more words, blaming himself: "I knew it. Even though I used clever tricks, your body is weak to begin with. How could it be that you wouldn't be affected by the Primordial Fire... Your body is so hot, are you feeling uncomfortable? Is your heart aching? It's all my fault. I should have stopped you firmly."
Without waiting for Wu Zhu to find out, she spontaneously constructed a set of corresponding logic.
It even fills the loophole that the foreign race "Zhu Yan" is not rejected by the Phoenix Tree, but can stay in it safely.
That sounds reasonable.
Jiu Zhao's heartbeat rate did not speed up for a single moment during the entire process. On the contrary, because she had just finished practicing, her spiritual consciousness was very weak, and her heartbeat rate was much slower than usual. Under the dual influence of her inner demons and unstable soul, her memory seemed to have been distorted to a certain extent.
Erase Wu Zhu's existence from your side and imagine him wholeheartedly as the person you long to see.
This is not just the effect of inner demons, but also a self-protection mechanism formed when people are under too much negative influence.
Forget the part of reality that is disgusting and powerless to change, and replace it with something that you regard as beautiful in your heart.
In a sense, Wu Zhu's efforts over such a long time have indeed been successful.
But when he thought about the fact that Jiu Zhao's brain had erased his most unbearable memory, he inexplicably felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.
But he still acted diligently.
Over the years, Jiu Zhao has developed a resistance to the various images that play in her mind.
When the inner demon grows to a certain extent, it will no longer make any progress.
This was far from what Wu Zhu had expected. It would be better for him to be intimate with her through the identity of "Zhu Yan". The misunderstanding caused by the inner demon was only temporary. When the illusion faded and she woke up, she would realize that she had betrayed Zhu Yan, and her mood would surely collapse further.
Wu Zhu's plan has always been clear.
He was just planning his next temptation and request, but Jiu Zhao, who had been resting in his arms for a while, stood up first.
She held his face in her hands, examining it from head to toe. When she caught sight of something completely different from what she remembered, she asked worriedly, "Yan Lang, what's wrong with your eyes? They look foggy... Are they damaged by the fire?"
Wu Zhu's breathing paused slightly.
He thought about it again. Under the logic that Jiu Zhao had actively formed, she would find excuses to justify any irrationality in him, so he made up a lie and said, "Maybe it's because the tree is getting hotter and hotter, and my eyes are a little bloodshot and dry from the smoke.
"Don't worry, Zhao Niang. Once you get out of here, you'll be fine after some rest."
Jiu Zhao hummed and stopped worrying about it.
Curiously, she reached out her hand and stroked Wu Zhu's long, dark eyelashes, which half-hid his blind pupils. "Even if he can't see for a while, Yan Lang's eyes are still beautiful... They used to be like two clear jades, but now they've become deep blue lakes."
She praised everything about her lover generously.
Regardless of advantages or disadvantages.
This was a treatment that Wu Zhu had never enjoyed when they were both sober.
His heart, which had been cold all year round, was melted away by Jiu Zhao's warm palm as it was touched tenderly.
He even unconsciously expected more.
Do it whenever you think of it. All this is to strengthen Jiu Zhao's inner demon.
He grasped Jiu Zhao's much thinner wrist, brought it to his lips, and gently bit the raised knuckles. Then, imitating Zhu Yan's tone, he said half aggrievedly and half coquettishly, "Zhao Niang, ever since you came here, you've been busy practicing and haven't been with me for a long time...
"I missed you so much and I wanted to kiss you too."
Jiu Zhao tilted his head: "When did you only use your mouth to say you wanted to kiss me?"
Before she finished speaking, she quickly lowered her head and her lips were already covering his.
It was a kiss that was as light as a dragonfly skimming the water.
Jiu Zhao didn't hesitate at all, as if he was kissing a fragile treasure, and gently sucked the corner of Wu Zhu's lips.
When his brain came back to consciousness after a moment of blankness, Wu Zhu felt his heart beating violently.
This piece of flesh has been quietly crawling in the chest cavity for many years since its formation.
There are rarely any ups and downs when being insulted and tortured.
There was almost no movement when he chopped off the enemy's head with one blow.
However, during every confrontation with Jiu Zhao, he would suddenly lose control without any warning.
The irregular beating sound became louder and louder, like the tide on a moonlit night, rising rapidly in Wu Zhu's ears.
It was clearly Jiu Zhao who was confused, but the initiative in their relationship returned to her hands while she was still unconscious.
She leaned close to his ear and lowered her voice: "Yan Lang, since we have some free time, would you like to play the game I mentioned last time?"
game.
Where did she come up with this idea?
The inner demon never grew up, and Wu Zhu could only read the shallowest memories in her mind, and that too in fits and starts.
He had no impression of this so-called game.
He swallowed his dry saliva and muttered, "What game? I actually, I don't remember it..."
"Do you really not remember, or are you shy?"
Jiu Zhao smiled mischievously.
Her lazy laughter carried a hint of ill intent that only appeared when lovers were intimate, and she explained a few more words in his ear.
“I saw it in a storybook.
“Tie you up.
“Well, plus some other things.
"It should be very happy..."
Although the meaning was obscure, Wu Zhu understood it.
He lacked the sense of shame that a normal person should have. When he put himself and Jiu Zhao into the same scenario, he did not feel any repulsion, and even had a faint sense of anticipation. He nodded slightly and said simply, "Okay, as long as Zhao Niang is happy."
Jiu Zhao smiled again.
She raised her hand and held half of Wu Zhu's face. Under the burning of the high-temperature Yuanchu Fire, her palm, which was even hotter than that of an ordinary person, actually had a strange coolness. Wu Zhu rubbed her unconsciously, and the flames in his body continued to rise, and he urgently needed to find an outlet.
"Don't worry.
“Like a puppy.
"I haven't seen you take the initiative like this before, Yan Lang."
Jiu Zhao's words, which seemed humiliating, also revealed his absolute doting.
She also said this to Wu Zhu when he was not in the Zhu Yan state.
It is always difficult to resist comparing similar things.
On one side is utter disgust, and on the other side is infinite patience and tolerance.
Suddenly, Wu Zhu's heart felt as if it were pricked by the tiny needles of a poisonous bee.
The flesh and blood were corroded and dissolved, and black pus flowed out.
This is a feeling that has never occurred to me before.
Before Wu Zhu could figure out what it was, the divine whip that Jiu Zhao had conjured up from his palm had already wrapped around his skin.
…
afterwards.
The divine whip was still tied between the body, half strangling the limbs, bringing a cold and numb feeling due to poor blood circulation.
Jiu Zhao didn't touch him.
What she called "playing a game" was just a one-sided toy with Wu Zhu.
The divine whip can be extended infinitely, and can also become thicker or thinner.
Catering to her wishes, the flexible whip had bound every part of his body.
The joy of collapse.
Torture of varying degrees.
He became a rekindled volcano.
Whether the boiling magma can pour out freely through the gap depends entirely on Jiu Zhao's momentary mood.
She brought Wu Zhu many unprecedented things.
He floated sideways in the void, his consciousness becoming a small boat, rising and falling, tumbling and swaying.
While Jiu Zhao looked calm, Wu Zhu was still unconsciously sticking out his tongue and panting.
"How do you like it?"
She cleaned her fingers and asked with a smile.
The answer she received was a staccato sob from Wu Zhu's nose: "I like it."
"Yan Lang, please explain clearly."
Jiu Zhao was very patient, "Do you like me, or do you like this?"
The part of Wu Zhu that was out of control twitched again, and with the effort of his rationality, he finally came up with an answer that would please the other party:
"Because I like you, no matter what you do to me, I am happy—"
"Yan Lang, be obedient..."
Jiu Zhao's usually arrogant tone had never become so light and gentle.
It is a pool of spring water, flowing slowly through all the dry lands lacking emotion.
Wu Zhu only felt that some part of him had melted.
His face was held in Jiuzhao's palm again, and the rich rose fragrance approached as she bent down.
Wu Zhumu vaguely realized that she seemed to want to kiss him again.
So he tried to raise his neck and move closer.
However.
Waited for a long time.
Unsatisfied, he was clinging and wanted to shake back the hands that held him high.
But unexpectedly, there was an extremely crisp sound.
"Wu Zhu, you vile beast, what on earth did you do to me?!"
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